Pantalons Llargs - Joan Manuel Serrat

Campaneta daurada del meu carret de fira

Cavallet de cartró de mig pam, tot pintat

Havem caminat tant pels camins sense ira

Que ara ens cal reposar i agrair nostre fat

Ja no tornaré més fent osque!

osque!

corrent

A carregar amb palets el teu quadrant de fusta

Campaneta daurada, tu em sabies content

Ara em mena la gent i tothora tinc justa

I sóc infant encara, i no puc fer-ne esment

Cavallet de cartró, tu em sabies la joia

Si ara jugués a córrer, què diria la gent

Trobaran molt millor que estimi alguna noia

Tant si és bella com no -cavallet tot pintat

Campaneta daurada, i que us deixi al terrat

Golden bell of my fair cart

Half-hand cardboard easel, all painted

We have walked so many paths without anger

That now we need to rest and thank our fate

I won't be osque again!

osque!

current

Load your wooden dial with pallets

Golden bell, you knew I was happy

Now people lead me and I'm always fair

And I’m still a kid, and I can’t mention it

Cardboard easel, you knew my jewel

If I were to run now, what would people say?

They will find it much better to love a girl

Whether it's beautiful or not - all painted easel

Golden bell, and leave you on the roof